Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers-Chapter 301 - Fatou
Chapter 301: Chapter 301 Fatou
“Who are you?”
The two of them asked almost at the same time, and Qi Yue immediately realized that the person in front of her recognized her.
Even if he had not recognized her as Qi Yue, he most likely had realized that she was disguised.
Strange, but she couldn’t detect any malice from him!
She frowned slightly and looked directly at the man before her.
“I asked you first, so you should answer first.”
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“I am Fatou. We met in the capital suburbs a year ago and even spoke.” Fatou slowly said, seemingly guiding Qi Yue to remember him.
“I don’t know you.” Qi Yue narrowed her eyes, “You must have mistaken me for someone else, I have no memory of you.”
Fatou smiled slightly, wearing an expression that said ‘I guessed as much.’
He didn’t speak further but instead reached into his chest pocket, took out a piece of paper, and slowly unfolded it.
“How about this? Any memories now?”
Qi Yue’s pupils contracted, and a scene immediately flashed through her mind.
It was a night when more than three hundred criminals surrounded Song Gensheng in a residence in the capital suburbs, intending to burn him alive.
In order to rescue Song Gensheng, she disguised herself as a man, infiltrated the criminals’ rank, and probed for information from one of them.
At the time, those criminals all called him Lord Fatou.
The image in his hand was the same one that the Beiyuan Court circulated after she had rescued Song Gensheng.
An androgynous figure clad in black, wielding dual blades, the entire person shrouded in darkness, features indiscernible.
“Now, perhaps you can tell me your name?”
Fatou smiled slightly again, still folding the portrait back to its original form and putting it away into his chest.
Qi Yue’s lips twitched slightly, a twinge of indescribable emotion in her heart.
She had thrown so many Small Fragrant Melons that night; how did this fellow not get blown up?
And why was he keeping that bizarrely irrelevant warrant in his chest like some pervert?
“It’s not convenient to disclose, and I have no knowledge of the image you’re holding.”
“Is that so?” Fatou raised an eyebrow, his piercing gaze softened a bit, “Because it’s your maiden name, it’s not convenient?”
“….” Qi Yue’s pupils couldn’t help but shrink, he had seen through her male disguise.
How was that possible?
Just because of a warrant that didn’t reveal anything?
“No need to be surprised; if you reverted to a woman’s appearance, I probably wouldn’t be able to recognize you.”
Qi Yue’s pupils contracted again.
How was that possible?
Was it possible that she had been recognized as a woman in male disguise that very night?
“Curious why I could tell you are a woman?”
Fatou continued to talk to himself, seemingly indifferent to whether Qi Yue would respond or not.
“As the supreme leader of the notorious Feiying Pavilion, I do have that level of discernment.”
He paused for a moment, then with an instructive tone, he said, “Your face-changing technique is highly exquisite, it’s just that you don’t quite understand how to dress appropriately, which is why you slipped up.”
Saying this, his sharp gaze swiftly swept over Qi Yue’s body, the corners of his mouth curling into a slow smile.
Qi Yue immediately understood.
Fatou meant that although her face and attire were manly, she hadn’t disguised her figure well. Had she disguised as a woman, it would have been more logical and she wouldn’t have been recognized by others.
In fact, Zhao Xiyan had said the same thing to her, but she simply enjoyed wearing men’s clothes, unwilling to dress as a woman and then pretend to be another.
Of course, she didn’t think Fatou was being kind; instead, she felt offended.
Even if her figure was good and her male disguise not easy, Fatou didn’t need to point it out.
Her face slowly turned cold, and she also slipped a Silver Needle between her fingers.
“You talk too much, and it displeases me.”
“So, you admit you have a connection to the great thief Guyang?”
Fatou kept talking leisurely as Qi Yue snorted coldly, the Silver Needle shooting from her hand at the same time.
“What does it matter if I do or don’t?”
She didn’t intend to kill Fatou; he was just being incessant. In such a public place, she had no choice but to throw an anesthetic needle at him.
The Silver Needle flew with incredible speed, nearly invisible to the naked eye.
Just as Qi Yue was certain that Fatou would fall, he suddenly raised his hand and smiled at her.
“Such a fiery temper, Miss.”
Qi Yue fixed her gaze and felt another twinge of tension in her heart.
This Fatou had actually caught the Silver Needle in his hand bare-handed!
“I meant well with my reminder, so why did the young lady start getting physical?”
Qi Yue twitched the corner of her mouth.
“If it was out of goodwill, you wouldn’t pry further, would you?”
With that, she turned and left.
At first, Qi Yue was worried that Fatou would follow her, but to her surprise, he remained in place. With this realization, she returned to the inn.
Starting tomorrow, she might as well switch to women’s clothing!
Hadn’t Fatou said that he wouldn’t recognize her if she dressed as a woman?
Then she might as well just be herself, and see if he can recognize a ghost!
On the other side, Fatou held the Silver Needle for a while, tugged at his lips with a smile, tucked the needle into his robe, and walked toward a tavern at the corner of the street.
Soon, he entered the tavern’s very last room and pushed the door open.
Inside sat a person—it was actually Zhao Xiyan.
Upon seeing Fatou, Xiyan, who was holding a teacup, said, “You’re late.”
Fatou let out a heh-heh laugh.
“Xiyan, you’re always so rigid. What does it matter if I’m a little late?”
Zhao Xiyan frowned.
“I do not like lateness, do not let it happen again.”
Fatou glared at him.
“Fine, fine, fine, it won’t happen again. It’s not like it’s common to bump into that person every time.”
He said this, his smile widening, a look of excitement on his face.
“Xiyan, do you know? I ran into that woman from before, and this time I tricked her into revealing herself—she’s really a girl, hey!”
Zhao Xiyan looked unimpressed, “Don’t bother me with such nonsense. I’ve sought you out for an important matter, I have no time for idle chat.”
Hearing this, an unhappy Fatou sat down opposite Zhao Xiyan.
“I knew it, you never look for me just for a drink. Out with it, then, what’s the matter?”
Zhao Xiyan lowered his voice, whispering a few sentences.
“Just leave before nightfall, and don’t worry about the rest.”
Fatou nodded repeatedly.
“Understood, rest assured. When have I ever failed at a task you’ve given me?”
“That’s settled, then. I’m off,” Zhao Xiyan stood up, then reminded Fatou again, “No one must know about my return.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Fatou said with a dissatisfied face, “Why do I feel like you’ve become fussier since you came back, with so much to say. Oh, wait, don’t go yet, I want to talk to you about that girl.”
“I’m not interested. Find someone else to talk to!”
Having said that, he straightened his sleeve and was about to leave.
Fatou quickly stood up to stop him, “Who else am I supposed to talk to, when I still haven’t figured out the girl’s identity?”
Zhao Xiyan’s face was cold, “What use is it telling me then?”
“Isn’t that why I’m asking for your advice? It’s the first time your big brother has taken an interest in a girl. Won’t you help your big brother out?”
“Not interested.”
Watching Zhao Xiyan walk away, Fatou couldn’t help but curse, “What kind of person are you? Just because your own marriage is on the rocks, are you jealous that I have someone I like? What virtue!”
Zhao Xiyan’s departing steps halted, and he turned around to look at Fatou.
“I’ve found Yueyue. Once things stabilize, we’ll get married. I’ll invite you to the wedding.”
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“Ah?” Fatou’s mouth dropped open, “You’re getting married and you can’t listen to who I like?”
“Not interested.”
“Then you’re so ungrateful. Have you forgotten how I taught you to win back Miss Qi and earn her favor?”
“…”
The door of the private room slammed shut “whoosh,” leaving no trace of Zhao Xiyan inside.
Fatou angrily sat down, pouring a cup of tea and gulping it down!
“Hmph, I wouldn’t have bothered if you weren’t interested, sparing me the competition.”
He muttered to himself, pouring another cup of tea.
After all this talking, his throat was parched.
